That were marvellous meet for you evermore;
I wish you were known, you, unto them.
Lust. Well, then, call them in.
Inc. Here they come, each of them in a knave's skin.
Enter Elation and Greedy-gut. They sing.
With lust to live is our delight,
In high estate and dignity;
Seeing that the Just put us to flight,
Let them alone in misery.
Sturd. Nay, they be lusty lads, I tell ye.